the inner life of lady fitz

pink @ fitzfab @ ebay

I don’t do pink. Period. Don’t like it. Don’t like what it means. Yet I find the most fabulous dresses that happen to be pink. Here’s the latest casualty, now featured on fitzfab on ebay:

Look at that Jackie-O collar! And the charming diamond shape sewn into the simple front! You can almost feel the wool boucle fabric. And here’s the heartbreaker, a sassy side pleat fastened with covered buttons. I love it:

And I hate the pink. I think, “Dye that sucker. Dye it darker and enjoy it. Dye it anything darker.”

One time in high school I bought an amazing orange dress. Bias-cut long a-line skirt. The top had frog closurs and a keyhole over the bosom. H-O-T, except for the orange which in HS I also wasn’t into. Tried to dip it red. Failed miserably. Ruined the poor little dress. Guess it’d dye black now if I tried harder and with the patience and budget of an older woman. But that stunner of a dress left me scarred and scared to dye again. Asked the refashioning ladies what to do in terms of dye. Whatever they decide I will respect.

Meanwhile, I wave good-bye to Jackie-O in hot pink. Maybe she’ll finance something in a darker shade of purple.

I couldn’t stand the thought that this dress might wind up in a dyepot – I bought it and it’s at the cleaners now. It fits very nicely and I can’t wait to wear it! I just don’t understand why pink generates such strong emotions. But I don’t care, it looks good on me, so I wear it happily.